Shreya was appointed as brand ambassador for PanteneShampoo. The organizer conducted a competition where a lucky winner can stay 3days with actress Shreya. I was chosen as lucky day and i went to the placewhere organizers called me.

The organizers welcomed me in the lobby and escorted me to aprivate corner where no other persons were allowed to sit and eat. It was dimlylit with strikingly romanticist surroundings with sentimental music playing in the background.

We took a turn at the end of the lobby and the next momentwas bedazzling. The moment I'd dreamed of thousands of times and the moment I'dwaited for with such eagerness. And here I was, standing right in front of thisstunning and dazzling beauty, Shreya, one of the biggest and most sensational Kollywood star. Her endearing face was embellished with a warm smile. Theoutfit she was wearing was just perfect. The back V shaped blouse revealing herneckline with its stripes running across her neck down to the middle of herback. The organizers introduced us and she stretched her hand for handshake.Taking her hand in mine caused shockwaves going through my body. We exchangedpleasantries as the escorts hurried back to the hotel lobby, leaving two of usalone in a luminescent, private corner of the dining hall. I was still in astate of disbelief.

We sat across the table. Shreya was looking in a very casualmood, talking freely and this gave me confidence to let me get hold of mynerves. I told her that I'd been her fan since I first saw her in a movie, andthat I'd never missed any of her movies. We discussed about her different rolesin movie and she looked impressed that I remembered every bit of her filmcareer. We talked over a dinner which lasted over 2 hours and when both of usleft the dining hall for our rooms, we had become very good acquaintances toeach other, if not friends.

That night in my hotel room, which was adjacent to Shreya's,I lied on my bed recalling the moments I'd just shared with my all timefavorite celebrity and a dream girl and wondering what was coming n next threedays that I was going to spend with her. Shreya's appealing figure was in myeyes, her long dark legs, her seductive neckline, her bitchy face and moreparticularly her sexy feet in her open striped shoes which I'd been furtivelyand slyly looking at during our conversation.

For my readers, I'd like to mention that beautiful femalefeet, and specially the female celebrities feet have been my weakness for solong that I don't remember. I have a huge collection of movie clips, magazineand movie scans, and pictures showing barefoot celebrities. The sight of lovelytoes and soles of female celebrities drive me crazy. Of course the barefootpictures and movie clips of Shreya top my list of beautiful adorable feet. I'velicked and kissed and jerked off on these pictures and clips hundreds of timesin my life.

Images of Shreya's lovely toes from that night's meetingwere stirring up my emotions. I jumped off the bed and opened my bag, took outa folder of selected pictures of Shreya 's lovely feet and spread them on thecouch. Then I turned on my laptop and started playing the movie clips I'd cutfrom a number of Shreya 's movies in which her feet were bare and exposed.

I quickly undressed myself and started kissing and lickingher barefoot pictures vehemently. My eyes were going through every image and Iwas jerking my dick speedily. Within a few seconds I reached orgasm and shot mycum all over the couch. And it was that very moment that my room door wasgently knocked and before I could answer, the door knob clicked and the doorstarted opening. In my anxiousness I had forgotten to lock it.

As the door swung open, my eyes caught Shreya standing therewith a bewildered face and looking in a state of utter disbelief at what shewas witnessing. Her biggest ever fan masturbating naked over dozens of her ownpictures and clips in which she was barefoot. I grabbed my shirt shamefully andtried to cover my naked body with it.

I thought she would leave immediately and also I wanted herto, but she seemed affixed in the entrance as if to disgrace me even further. Iwas dying with shame.

"Get dressed up and see me in 10 minutes in my room",she said sharply and hurled the door shut to go back to her room.

I covered my face with both hands and sat there for a fewminutes, still very embarrassed. Was this the end of my dream tour? "OhGod, no" I shook my head. I wondered what Shreya would be thinking aboutme.

"Okay, enough is enough. Let's face what happensnext", I said to myself. She could excuse herself from this tour, but atleast she couldn't hang me for this. I wore my clothes and knocked at Shreya'sroom door with wobbling heart.

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[font=Calibri]"Yes" came Shreya's voice and I entered her room.She was half lying in her bed, waiting for me. Her face didn't reveal any signsof disgust or may be she was an expert in hiding her feelings.

Shreya nodded me to take seat. I sat in the chair with a bitof uneasiness.

"So, would you like to tell what was it that I just sawin you room?" she asked casually.

"I'm sorry for that" was all I could speak.

"No, I'm not asking for your apology. Whatever you doin your privacy is not my concern. Just tell me what was that? Why did youchoose my images for that purpose?" She demanded with a serious face.

"And for your information, I'd came to your room to askfor a cigarette. My pack of Marlboro was finished and I didn't have a sparepack with me", she told me.

It was the time I thought it better to tell her the truth. Iwas ready for her reaction. The time I'd spent with her this evening was enoughfor me.

"Well, I won't lie. I have a fetish for lovely femalecelebrities' feet. And as I have told you earlier, I have a long time crush onyou. I admire whole of your body as well as I admire your work, but I'm crazyabout your feet. Out of all celebrities' pictures, your barefoot pictures arein largest number in my collection. What you caught me doing tonight is whatI've been doing for years" I was saying keeping my head down.